Though Norwood is merely five miles north
of downtown’s city center, it may as well be smack dab in another time
and another place with its barely-there lane lines, its
shameful-but-glaring classism and racism for a city its size and its
perpetually broke and broke-down demeanor.
We can wake up and be poor,
under-educated and -employed, invisible during the “conversation” around
representation in the rarified air in corporations, education, sports
management and ownership. Meantime, we’re constantly being objectified.
It’s 2013 already. The rate at which calendar pages blow
past means there’s not enough time to school you on the ever titillating
suffixal differences — which are also cultural and racial — between the
-er and the -a. White folks want to say the word soooo badly it’s funny.
The end is an equation with a repeating decimal. Worse yet, the end is like spending
decades watching a television stuck on a channel broadcasting shows with
dreadful, predictable endings, yet living another day to watch those
same shows again.